The digital revolution has changed the way people interact with music. CD and record collections have turned into pixilated merry-go-round lists of names and album covers that wash under your eyes with a flick of the thumb. I’m a fan of iTunes – it’s helped me find great artists (like Flying Lotus and Blockhead) — but for albums dear to me, I need a physical copy. I need something to place on a shelf, to lay under the gentle needle, to hold in my hands as a document, like a love letter, a diary, a protest.